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Divine Justice The courtroom fell silent (or would have, if anyone had been present to make noise) as Master of the Universe entered and took his seat. His gavel fell with the thunder of a prairie storm and his robes swirled a blizzard as he settled into his giant throne. âBegin!â He commanded. The two plaintiffs rose as one, the huge head stickin...
Life in a Leaf Iâd always been too tall, thatâs the short of it. My mother liked to joke about how it felt to deliver me: like trying to suck in a piece of spaghetti that just keeps on coming and coming and coming until you know you canât swallow it all. Except in reverse, of course. All through school, I towered over all the girls and most of the b...
Behind the Masks Dierdre hated having to wear a mask for all the usual reasons, but, in addition, because the lower part of her face was her best attribute. Sheâd had one compliment after another for how her straight, narrow jaw emphasized her high cheekbones and made her look extra-intelligent. Maybe the best compliment was the one from Werner, who said, âGirl, that mout...
Even the Chairs Have Hearts âCan you keep a secret?â The voice rasped like a saw on dry wood. âRrrrghgr! Itâs today!â My eyes shot open and my fists clenched under the covers. I was alone in the cabin, so there must be an intruderâbut what kind of intruder makes lots of noise? There, the rasp came again. âHey, listen up!â There was a thump and a ...
Crossbreeze Atlanta was in the grip of a particularly blistering heatwave and attendant high humidity. If you dared walk outside, youâd lose your train of thought as the relentless churning of central air conditioners made you drip sweat. The insight that the South was saved by air conditioning isnât mine, but I treasure it because you really canât overstate the impact of...
The Stars, My Friends If I move my head just a crick, just a tiny bit, I can see the night sky and that single star that always seems to find its way to me. Iâm not enough of a taxonomist to bother finding out its name or when itâs brightest, but I sure do welcome its presence whenever it decides to show up. Guiding star? Not hardly: more like, my only friend. But ...
The Power of Words âGracie,â said Mama, as she held out BearBear. âWhoâs this?â Ooooh. Ooooh. Ooooh. GAAAH! I answered. Then I went limp and fell on my head. Mama picked me right up. âOh, Baby Girl, âshe said. âAre you <...
Final diagnosis Grosse Pointe, Michigan, had long been famous as an enclave for the rich, but even fancy mansions look rundown when they front on streets lined with dirty snow. Roads were nowhere near as manicured in the 1990s as they are now, anyway, so I didnât think twice about the slush as I parked my motherâs old Ford Fairlane next to a huge snowdrift in front of the turreted stone house Iâd come to visit.  I hoped it was the right place. Because of my errand, the h...
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